User:Rivenwold

Mᴏʀᴛᴡᴇʟʟ "Mᴏʀᴛ" Rɪᴠᴇɴᴡᴏʟᴅ
Species: Hare Gender: Male Family: Me sixteen young leveret bruvvers, me dad, me mum, me Aunt Gooseberry, me Uncle Greywhisker, me Uncle Bracken, me Aunt Frimmly and me seventy-nine cousins Weapon: A curvy sword thingummy Death: Death? Dead? What? When?

On the Fifth of October, in the heat of a gale, Everybeast in the kitchens, drinking hot ginger ale; Outside the storm crashed, and the thunder cracked loud Everybeast huddled closer, their heads in fear bowed. Somewhere, Little Dribsy gave a cry and a groan, As outside the window, the storm fiercely moaned.

"Quiet, you youngbeasts! Don't set up a wail!" "I, Gorse the Storybeast, will tell you a tale...."

Hi there! I'm a rather jolly hare captain in the service of King Jonn & Queen Mircia of Roonara, what about yourself? We're all rabbits and hares here(well, mostly), but we welcome beasts of any kind, provided they're good, and not evil. Flipping agreeable, what?

We like to read The Mistmantle Chronicles here, and we're also very fond of The Tale of Despereaux, The Wind in the Willows, what little we've read in the Redwall chronicles and everything in between! We also like to fiddle around with templates, and cleaning up articles is especially fun, what! We also speak in blooming good military accents, cuz they sound blooming good! That's about it I suppose. 'Twas super meeting you, chum!